When Pencils Need Sharpening

We were born. We didn’t have a choice.

We didn’t enroll for this class called “LIFE.”

Why would we ever want to “unenroll”?

We might miss something unexpected, something better.

Yes, some days all the hallways are the same.

They lead to the same old classroom,

the same old teachers.

Pencils get dull.

The roof leaks.

Trash cans get filled. Emptied.

But then on the big cork board in the hallway, we see something new.

“New construction in progress.

We are expanding!”

So even as we sneeze through the dusty air,

step over the nails,

hold our hands over our ears as the hammers pound

and the saws whiz

there’s a new spring in our step.

Something better is coming.

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I made a threat

I was six and didn’t want to be left out of anything that looked like “fun.” One day, my sister, Pat, five and a half years older than me, had friends over. I kept trying to get into her room to be part of the group. I was being a Pest.

My sister finally yelled out, “Daddy, come and get Carolyn or I’m gonna spank her.”

I looked at Dad and said, “Close the door, Daddy. Let’s see how this comes out.”

I wore bold and stubborn like badges on my sleeve.

AND, I had a purple and pink cow.

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My sister and I in the 1960’s

Pest – daily word prompt